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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PRUNED TREES, by GLORIA GODDARD First Line: A thin shrill row of poplars Last Line: And laugh -- derisively! | |||
A thin shrill row of poplars, Pruned to wall a road, Stands stiff against the sun. Each limb is cut to measure, Almost the leaves are numbered; Their thin heads thrust Narrowed pain Toward the uncaught sky. Their beauty trapped, they stand Defiant! And burn their shadow bars Across the road they guard. Their leaves hum unlearned madrigals To the winking sun. They fling clandestine kisses To a comrade cloud. . . . With synchronized solemnity They yield obeisance to the manor . . . And laugh -- derisively! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REVIEW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WITH A COPY OF HERRICK by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE WHERE SHALL THE BABY'S DIMPLE BE? by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND OUR WEAKNESS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE LAST MAN: RECOGNITION by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SHEEPBELLS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 66. THE THREE AGES OF WOMAN: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: A FANCY by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |
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